This is a fictional story I have about this up and coming British singer. Paul Middleton is a big hunky bear of a man that happens to have a silky smooth singing voice that can lull you into a nice peaceful state. And it don't hurt that he is a big piece of hairy deliciousness. It is only fiction as I have never met, and may never meet this gorgeous beast. But I do hope you enjoy my little tale.
Bare Middleton (10) A Lost Connection...
... I had sent Paul a text not long after getting home from our night together. The nice and hot time we had had after his show. There in his hotel room and the jacuzzi. So much hot fun I could not wait to experience it again with him. So I had sent him the text to say what a great time I had had. I wanted it to happen again when he was back this way' again. But I did nit receive a message back. At first I presumed it was he was.off to the next gig and didn't have time to reply. Then after several days I sent him another text. Just hoping he got my original one. I did finally get one back from him. He thanked me for a 'hot time'. But he was in the middle of something. That he would contact me again once he got back to England.
"Great" I said back "Talk soon." "Hugs"
I was glad he sent me back that message. And then let it go. I looked in his site to see he would not be back to his home for about a month and a half.
"Sucks" I said to myself
I was hoping to chat with him, or talk on the phone or something. I was really taken with him after all. And I wanted more from this hot bear Well the weeks passed, and then several.months passed and still no message from the man. I wondered if he was okay. I checked his page and the last item was from what looked to be his last show, and that was many weeks back now. Was he okay? So I figured I would call him. I dial his phone number and let it ring a few times. It was after the 5th ring that someone answered. It wasn't Paul. It was some other guy.
"Hello?" Came the question "Oh. Uhm hello." I said back "Is Paul there?"
There was a.paused and then a.sigh on the other aide of the phone. Then the guy got back in and just laid it out to me. He was palsy boyfriend. And he really hated when a 'groupie' called. Or one of his 'tour whores' and that i should not call anymore. I sat back in my chair. Shocked at the comments from this guy.
"Boyfriend?" I said to myself "He never mentioned.." "Ughn." I groaned at myself "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
I smacked my head a few times at my ignorance. I should have realized that he had someone. I should have known this, or at least expected it. I mean Paul was a big handsome man. I should have known he had a man.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid" I huffed at myself again.
So I placed down t he phone and just slumped down in my chair. He had lied to me. Well, maybe not lied. But he should have told me he was with someone. I would then have not done what I did. I would not have hooked up with this sexy bear. I wpuld.not have spent one of the best nights of my life with this man. And in the end fallen for him. But I did and I did again.pulling so now I sat there in my room, sad and upset that I let this happen. And all I could say was "fucker" I went onto his site again and looked at his stuff. Mostly his pictures and how totally handsome he was. And again I got upset.
"Why didn't you fucking tell me" I grumbled to one of his pictures. "Should have known" I said again "Shut. I should have asked him"
I just sat there for a bit and stared at the screen. Not really looking at it. It was just there and on. I was almost tempted unsubscribe to his page and just try and kick this dude from my thoughts and experience. But I knew it was already gonna be had. That was because I had feelings for Paul. Strong feelings for him. So I just shut it down and closed the laptop. Then promised myself I would not go into his site. Ever...
To be continued